April 23, 1945
By Poetry Issue 118
Then, slowly, we move through the gate.
Read MoreAdventures in Ephemera
By Essay Issue 118
Our lives with paper. Our lives.
Read MoreBecause My Mother Loved Bluebirds
By Poetry Issue 118
I write down three facts about bluebirds— / each one on a separate scrap of paper / like fortunes that are sure to bring happiness.
Read MoreVermeer Fever
By Visual Art Issue 118
It was always Vermeer’s instinct to return us to our truest selves, but to do so he had to learn how to make his figures vulnerable.
Read MoreCalled to Action: Spirituality and Activism in the Work of Caron Tabb
By Visual Art Issue 118
She seeks out materials rife with metaphor—Jewish ritual objects, found objects, repurposed garments—then transforms them with paint, cement, fire, and text, with the goal of sparking dialogue, increasing empathy, and engaging in difficult conversations.
Read MoreEsau Speaks against His Brother’s Word
By Poetry Issue 118
And I am what but a hair machine / He loved but could not recognize
Read MoreBar Mitzvah
By Poetry Issue 118
I am my parents’ first book.
Read MoreDream of a New Rhythm: A Conversation with Miho Nonaka
By Interview Issue 118
It almost takes a supernatural power to insist on existing, belonging, and mattering as an embodied presence when you are an outsider.
Read MoreMemento Mori
By Poetry Issue 118
let pass another word / of love impossible submerged.
Read MoreThe Stray
By Issue 118
Sunflowers like skinny men with rubberneck looks.
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